Luka I Erei

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The Clock

June 10, 2021

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The clock ticks so annoyingly loud,
This eerie regular snapping of hands
Ripped from their old position and
Forced into a new moment in time.

I wonder what its like to be a gear
In this machine, jerked away from
Comfort just a second after settling
In, settling down.

The plastic clock hanging on my wall
Ticks, terrifyingly, like gongs
Of a dilapidated grandfather clock in an
Abandoned house, wood rotten after so much
Time.

Each tick slams at my ears, a
Violent reminder, threatening,
Mocking my senses, so powerless
Against this agent of the never stopping
Time.

And I can only listen to its
Mechanical laughter, and watch its
Hands so lazily moving to steal
Mine.

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2 Comments
  • Rose Beta

    "Ripped from their old position and
    Forced into a new moment in time. "
    Just too amazing.


    3 months ago
  • BizzleWrites

    This is so beautiful. I love the personification!


    3 months ago